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The CodebreakerAshteroth |
The GeneralMarceline |
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The ThinkersNaydraTitan |
The PoliticiansAraratAxelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity |
The WarriorsClarityKaeja Lysimache Starling |
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The TrinketsBelovedCato Cullen Gόneşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım |
PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE"None." - Leader |
The OffspringDiccon (Cicada x Khar'pern) |
Rules The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission. All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say. Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met. You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page. |
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Posted on September 7, 2015 at 00:06:08 AM by STRACK
STRACKStrack meanders. Not only now, but always. The mottled stallion rarely felt rushed or pressured to be somewhere or do something within a specific time limit. It kept him relaxed and content. Until recently, this is all Strack had experienced for years he had gone with the flow, so to speak, until Maslakhat had issued a call to battle. Not that the Nez Perce stallion could blame him; he had, in fact, pilfered the Dunes from the absent Gabbar. He had been expecting retaliation. But it would not trouble him today. Today, while he was still in the Commons of their great lost Isles, the speckled beast was making an attempt to recall his mellow demeanor.
He gravitates to the place where the snow will be the most abundant. The Peak sits in near juxtaposition to the Dunes and the craggy land formation calls to his curiosity, coaxing him closer to it as if luring him into a trap. The white blanket that dusted the grounds in the Meadow soon thickens into a comforter that forces him to walk with high knees and bouncing steps. He hadn't intended to wander through the Peak at a trot, but the snow is too thick to allow for casual trudging, and he might as well make some fun of it before he turns in for the night and ventures back to the rolling sand of the Dunes.
Loud and abundant laughter catches the spotted dun's attention and he turns towards it, dark chocolate eyes finding the frame of a stocky mare bounding and playing in the snow. A smile invites itself onto his face as he nears her and he turns his ears so that they sit erect in her direction, his head lowering itself so that his muzzle nearly touches the blanket of snow in a display of submission. He snorts to her softly to inform her of his presence if she has not already noticed him, his voice warmer than it has been since his arrival into the Lost Islands.
"My apologies for intruding, miss. I felt inclined to see the snow before my trip back to Salem. I hope I haven't ruined your fun," he pauses momentarily and raises his head back up to a comfortable height, "I am called Strack."
THE SUN SAID, "IT HURTS TO BECOME,"
He gravitates to the place where the snow will be the most abundant. The Peak sits in near juxtaposition to the Dunes and the craggy land formation calls to his curiosity, coaxing him closer to it as if luring him into a trap. The white blanket that dusted the grounds in the Meadow soon thickens into a comforter that forces him to walk with high knees and bouncing steps. He hadn't intended to wander through the Peak at a trot, but the snow is too thick to allow for casual trudging, and he might as well make some fun of it before he turns in for the night and ventures back to the rolling sand of the Dunes.
Loud and abundant laughter catches the spotted dun's attention and he turns towards it, dark chocolate eyes finding the frame of a stocky mare bounding and playing in the snow. A smile invites itself onto his face as he nears her and he turns his ears so that they sit erect in her direction, his head lowering itself so that his muzzle nearly touches the blanket of snow in a display of submission. He snorts to her softly to inform her of his presence if she has not already noticed him, his voice warmer than it has been since his arrival into the Lost Islands.
"My apologies for intruding, miss. I felt inclined to see the snow before my trip back to Salem. I hope I haven't ruined your fun," he pauses momentarily and raises his head back up to a comfortable height, "I am called Strack."
Replies:
- Dreams of StarDust - By Taika September 8, 2015 at 11:38:17 PM
- YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza September 15, 2015 at 08:25:20 PM
- so let's get high here in the moonlight - By STRACK September 16, 2015 at 08:48:59 PM
- Dreams of StarDust - By Taika September 20, 2015 at 00:36:50 AM
- YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza September 29, 2015 at 07:10:37 PM
- Dreams of StarDust - By Taika September 20, 2015 at 00:36:50 AM
- so let's get high here in the moonlight - By STRACK September 16, 2015 at 08:48:59 PM
- YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza September 15, 2015 at 08:25:20 PM
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